An Elephant Never Forgets

Mitros idled quietly while the adults conversed and more adults arrived, one who brought along a child similar in age to he was. His ears perked in excitement, having not yet met a pup that wasn't belonging to his own pack, but then pulled back sharply against his skull as the scent of her travelling companion reached his nostrils. "You smell." He stated bluntly, his muzzle wrinkling into a frown. Tyrfing's reprimand brought from him a huff and a murmured apology, though he continued to eye the smelly female who spoke in first person wearily as the discussion continued.

The creature had a name, elephant. Hopefully this Medusa wouldn't get too close as to ruin the meat with her poop smell. "So it couldn't stop in time for what?" He spoke up, encouraging the black and white female to elaborate on her strategy.

"Speech"